Now, Mother, What’s the Matter? Only the monsters do not have troubled hearts.Life is for troubled hearts. Art is for troubledhearts. For my whole life, Hamlet has beena bridge between. Hamlet’s ‘Now,... Read more »
Dream-Pedlary i. If there were dreams to sell.What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life’s fresh crownOnly a rose-leaf down.If there were dreams to sell,Merry and... Read more »
The Man in the Wind The man in the windwho keeps us awake tonightis not the black monk of the windcowering in corners and crevices,or the white face under the streetlightstricken with... Read more »
Winter Walk She left the hut and bright log fire at noonAnd walked outside on crisp white winter snowTo find the iced slopes shadowed like the moon,The wild wood desolate and bare... Read more »
Missing You Did you know the moon was so oldIt might have to go into a home? It keeps edging nearerThe way old people do. Goya wore candles on his hatBut Humphrey... Read more »
Simile How does a simile work?— Place something next to somethingand say, here. (The here is wherethe somethings touch.) The rainy night, like Debussy.There on the shelf, a piece of grapevine in... Read more »
Storm in Brooklyn Subway Thistle of rain.We seek temple from tempest,litany in lightning, a mottled crowd huddled,backs to the wall,gasping for refuge. Then, in an instant, the heavens smile,the firm ground formsand... Read more »
On the Death of Dr Robert Levet by Samuel Johnson Condemned to Hope’s delusive mineAs on we toil from day to day,By sudden blast or slow decline,Our social comforts drop away. Well... Read more »
My Mother Reg wished me to go with him to the field,I paused because I did not want to go;But in her quiet way she made me yieldReluctantly, for she was breathing... Read more »